Janice M Pickett

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. (Quote) Yeats Poem by Janice M Pickett

Love is a moment in timeits future unseenits pleasure for the presentLove grows only whenthe soil like a bed of rosesis tended and kept fertilisedcontinually with a gentle handWho knows if love new will become love oldThe future changes rapidlyEach day brings something unexpectedLove is an unknown commodityThe future of love is indeedbeyond tellingLove is something to encompassEnjoyed and explored for the momentIt cannot be planned nor tamedIt explodes from nowherelashing out its claws and grabbingyou when least expectedBut it can let go just as fastSlapping you in the face with a vicious blowLove is LoveIt is youit is meit is everyoneat some time or otherIs it now? Only you know the answer!